I try to weather the storm of despair when in comes and remind myself that it doesn’t come from God. God is deeply and profoundly with me in all things, calling me beloved, even when I can’t hear it. Eventually, the storm subsides, God’s Spirit descends again, and once more I know hope and love and joy.

“I trust that the same God who sent a powerful sign to the magi also guides us. What if the star was there for all to see – bold and bright in the sky – but only those few wise ones noticed it and followed? Maybe other people could have, had they had the desire and the insight to see it. What if God has placed a star in front of us now, and, if we pray for discernment, we’ll see it too? What if the star is within us?”

Whatever your family situation – blood relatives or chosen family or all of the above – I hope it’s inclusive too. I hope it gives you the feelings of love and belonging that God has for you.

Mary and Elizabeth say yes to God as individuals, but then they are together in God’s call. Theirs are not two separate invitations, but one call to fulfill God’s loving plan of salvation for all people. Both women have a part in that call. And so do we. We, too, say yes as individuals to whatever God calls us to, and then we are invited to come together in a mutual yes. In our efforts to bring forth truly inclusive communities, we may take one step forward and two steps back, but we are moving. Taking halting steps is still a movement forward, and God is in our efforts, which is a good thing. We need God, the ultimate model of inclusivity and lover of diversity.

God persisted in making the impossible possible, the empty full, and scary things safe – and God continues to take that kind of action in us. God is the one taking the initiative to work in our lives. God persists, so I invite you, with me, to try to move from fear to confidence in God’s great work.

So, there is hope in our waiting, even during discouraging times. The hope is in God, and God is also in us – in God’s Spirit present in our prayer, in each other, and in our efforts to become woke, our striving to grow into the people God is creating us to be. It’s in our community-building and care for each other, a mirror of God’s care for us.

I never really fall out of love with God, and I know that God never falls out of love with me. I know that. And yet, sometimes I doubt.

Since that profound experience of the Holy Spirit at Pentecost, the Spirit has continued to speak, chattering away, trying to get our attention, moving us and stirring our hearts. If we pay attention, we can hear it.